novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- two ideals about one lively situation WANTED: A MAN (not a boy). MUST BE SUPPORTIVE (be able to corral me into writing), AFFECTIONATE (put your man-arm around me and draw me into your man-torso and hold me there), ATTENTIVE, AND EASY-GOING (must be able to put up with me). NO MAN-WHORES (I must be able to trust you). INQUIRE WITHIN. (Don't you wish it would be as easy as this?) "My wife made a crucial difference during those two years I spent teaching at Hampden (and washing sheets at New Franklin Laundry during the summer vacation). If she had suggested that the time I spent writing stories on the front porch of our rented house on Pond Street or in the laundry room of our rented trailer on Klatt Road in Hermon was wasted time, I think a lot of the heart would have gone out of me. Tabby never voiced a single doubt, however. Her support was a constant, one of the few good things I could take as a given. And whenever i see a first novel dedicated to a wife (or a husband), I smile and think, There's someone who knows. Writing is a lonely job. Having someone who believes in you makes a lot of difference. They don't have to make speeches. Just believing is usually enough." 3:42 pm - 12.16.08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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